NaPoWriMo Day Nineteen

I realize that I am part of that group of people referred to as “the chattering classes”.  I sit and write about all the things I see, but I don’t actually do anything to change them.  This is about me and all the others like me.

Enough To Make You….

I sat and read the news today
The world scrolling by.
Mans’ inhumanity to man,
Enough to make you cry.

The murders are quite bad enough,
The wars more horror still.
The famines, rapes, and plundering,
Enough to make you ill.

Anti-gay bills and rights denied,
More vile than they seem.
Enforced values on someone else,
Enough to make you scream.

What do I do about these crimes?
Like you they make me sad.
But just like most I do nothing,
Enough to make you mad.

So if you look around the world,
And find compassion lacked.
I hope the outrage that you feel’s,
Enough to make you act.

If you don’t like the news….. Change The World, Not The Channel!

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen

I had a customer unload on me at work the other day.  They then justified it by telling me all the things currently going wrong in their life.  This is the answer I’m not really supposed to give at work.

Being Emotionally Appropriate

You may not always choose your place,
You can’t choose your destiny.
Just be aware that where you are,
Is just where you’re meant to be,

If everything in life were good,
Then there’d be no way to tell.
Sometimes to know what heaven is,
You must first endure hell.

I’ve had my share of ups and downs,
Still here my heart rejoices,
Some of these things I could not change,
For all I’ve made my choices,

Can’t always choose what I go through,
Just choose how I’ll handle it,
That choice decides it life is gold,
Or some really dreadful shit.

So next time life is going hard,
Please remember this advice.
The other person’s human too,
Good karma if you’re nice.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:27 The Secret To Joy

Day 27 of NaPoWriMo finds me in a philosophical mood. Without further ado…

Enjoy!

The Secret To Joy

A weary soul, a tired soul
A soul in need of rest.
A quiet time, a peaceful time
At home time is the best.

So much to see, so much to do
So much that’s left undone.
We rush from dawn, we rush to dusk
We rush ’til life’s no fun.

A life that’s full, a life that’s packed
With novelty each day.
We take it in, we spit it out
We throw it all away.

We take a look, we look away
We look for something new.
A view that’s new, a view unique.
We’d find it if we flew.

We fly so high, we see so far
Then we are brought so low.
The truth is here, the truth is now
That’s what we ought to know.

We can’t force life so don’t chase life
That is a golden rule.
We must live now, be in the now
All else is dust you fool.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day: 20 A Self Improving Life

When I was younger, I used to think that anyone who disagreed with me was wrong. More to the point, I didn’t hesitate to tell them how wrong they were. Usually as hurtful as possible. Not a really pleasant trait. So I decided to change it.

My day 20 NaPoWriMo offering is about that effort.

Enjoy!

My Past, My Path

I traveled far, so very far
As far as far can be.
When I arrived well there I was
I can’t escape from me.

Sometimes I say some awful thing
I instantly abhor.
My vile tongue and wicked mind
Wound innocence once more.

This part of me I cannot stand
Yet cannot put aside.
I bury it, try to deny
Yet from it cannot hide.

I’ve forged these chains with petty words
And every, cruel deed.
Until I change I greatly fear
My soul cannot be freed.

And so I work at bettering
Myself now day by day.
And hope in time that I can learn
To live a better way.

Now try to think before I speak
Think more before I act
Now try to see what others see
To feel how they react.

If I can see through others eyes
See me as I am seen.
Perhaps someday I will learn how
To put away the mean.

Cheers, Winston

Something That Made Me Think

I was watching a presentation about science, magic and quantum mechanics (much more interesting than it sounds), and it gave me  a couple of things to ponder.  He makes the argument that science actually makes the universe more magical, not less so.  Here’s an example.

Any time you look out a window anywhere on the planet, you are looking at something magical.  It doesn’t matter where you are.  That window is framing a view containing more life than the entire known universe.  That is magical.  Think about it for a moment.  If you make a pinhole in a piece of paper and set it on your table, the piece of table you can see through that hole contains more life than the rest of the known universe.

The next time you start thinking your life sucks, remember that your one life is more than there is anywhere else in the known universe.  The simple fact that you have a life is amazing enough.  The most miniscule, inconsequential microbe is infinitely more than we have found anywhere else we have explored.  Your life is exponentially greater than that of a microbe so you are by the simple fact of your existence, a truly magical wonder.

This is the magic of science.  Magic is just another way of explaining the world around us.  If a person from a non-technological society saw an aeroplane, they might easily ascribe it’s ability to fly to magic.  I understand how the shape of a wing creates lift, but that doesn’t undermine my sense of wonder.  Rather I am amazed at the process required for anyone to figure it out.

That to me is where the magic lives.  It lives in that spark of understanding.  That moment when someone looks at something they have seen a hundred times and for the first time see it in a new way.  It is in the intuitive leap.  That moment when we understand something we have never understood before.  That is magic.

Science is just another way of reaching that moment.

That’s something that makes me think.

Cheers, Winston

A Good News Day

My day started off with a lost wallet.  I also needed to get a blank cheque for payroll at my new job, and I had stuff to clean up in the back yard before the snow flies.

I went online to order cheques the other day and discovered I didn’t have enough in my account to pay for them.  So I went to the bank to get a printout as a substitute so I can get paid.  Of course, the bank can’t give me that information without the ID in my lost wallet.  Of course they can’t give my banking information to just anyone.

So I walked back home empty handed.  But not before I found out when a staffer know at the bank would be working.  Once home, I did the stuff I needed to get done in the yard.  Good news #1.   Then I had lunch and walked back to the bank .  By that time, my friend had gone for supper.

So I walked back home empty handed.  I read for a while, did some writing and watched some TV with Lynn.  I had a nap and then then went back to the bank.  This time, I caught up to the person I needed to talk to.  Because I’ve been banking with her for years, she was able to make the cheque for me.  Good news #2

So that time I didn’t go home empty handed.  I took my new cheque and went to drop it off at work.  My boss wasn’t there to give the cheque to, but a co-worker informed me that my wallet was in the washroom in the back.  Good new #3.  Apparently it had fallen out of my pocket at work the night before.

Overall, what started out as an incredibly stressful day ended really well.  Just a quick reminder to myself to have a little more faith, and a little less stress.  I often stress over things I have no control over such as a lost wallet only to have them sort themselves out.  The truth is, it’s only when I stop stressing and accept things that I can start to see ways of resolving them.

It’s something I’m working on.  It’s taking me a while to get the hang of it, but it’s worth the effort.  I still get stressed, but I’m getting better at not letting it cripple me. That’s good news #4.

Cheers, Winston

 

Conformity Is A False Comfort

With no idea what to write tonight, I went and visited TED.com to surf for inspiration. I didn’t come away with the killer idea for my blog. That’s okay. I found lots of things to make me think, and they might lead to tomorrow’s post, or the one after that.

No. Tonight I want to write about something else. I want to write about interpretive reality. Which is to say, the way our brains process new information based on our existing experiences. I know it sounds fancy, but really it’s quite simple. What you see, isn’t always what I get.

Three people see a man dressed in brightly colored, flamboyant clothing. One might assume he’s homosexual and be disgusted, another might compliment him on his sense of style, while the third might be indifferent. All experienced the same thing, but react differently based on their past experiences. That is the core of interpretive reality.

I believe that our cultural passion for conformity stems from a subconscious realization that we are truly alone. Our instinct to reach out and seek acceptance is an outward manifestation of that understanding. The idea of the “soul mate” defines this urge. We seek that one person who gets us. The one who can totally understand us because they share our reality.

No matter how similar someone’s reaction may be to the same stimulus, it will never be identical to yours. But that’s what we’ve been taught to expect. That expectation is the basis of standing ovations, the wave at a ball game, or the phenomenon of social networking in general and Facebook in particular. It’s the quest for the hive-mind. We value our individuality, but we’d value it more if other people weren’t so different.

When we see that funny picture and post it on Facebook, we’re hoping that other people will find it as funny as we do. On one hand, we want to share this thing we enjoyed with other people. On the other, we want them to like it as much as we do. We are searching for that common binding response.

As I said earlier, we are a society that places an immense value on conformity. Anyone who has ever been made to feel less valued because they are different can vouch for that. We talk about individuality, but if anyone starts to be too individualized, they are made to pay. If we allow cracks in our cultural facade, it is only a matter of time until it crumbles and we have to face the truth.

That truth is simple and for many, it is horrible. We are all alone. No one can truly understand your experience because they will never have your background. What we need to do is to stop mythologizing our sameness. We need to celebrate our true diversity instead of just paying lip service to it. That is how to stop people from being singled out for their differences.

Understand that we are all different. We have all been singled out. It is our nature, and it is immutable. Now to understand that it is not a bad thing. We can still come together into a society because this doesn’t change who we are, only our understanding of it. Instead of striving to be a uniform crowd, we need to accept the idea of a crowd of individuals. When we stop trying to be the same, maybe we can start to celebrate our actual commonalities.

Just something to think about.

Cheers, Winston

Occupying Protesters Are Taking The Easy Route

Okay, you’ve finally got me. I can’t take it any more. Our society is caught in a feedback loop and just like the feedback at a live concert, the whining is driving me nuts.

Someone says, “One percent of the population controls most of the money while the other ninety-nine percent struggles.” and a media person likes it so they make a sound bite out of it.  People hear the sound bite and like it so they repeat it.  More media people hear it being said so they  make a story out of it and even more people hear about it.  Next thing you know, you can’t read a paper without hearing it, and you can’t throw a rock without hitting one of the alleged ninety-percent who are out protesting about it.

According to this movement, the super rich elites took all the money and used it to buy all the politicians and the only way to change it is by having these massive protests.  These three points are what I like to call, delusional; accidentally right, but not for the reasons they think and wrong because it’s bloody stupid.  Now that I’ve annoyed a bunch of folks, let me explain.

First off, the super rich didn’t “take” all the money.  We gave it to them, and we continue to do so every day.  They aren’t evil.  We are gullible.  Bill Gates never forced anyone to use Microsoft Windows or Office.  People chose to give Microsoft, and by extension, Mr. Gates lots of money.  Likewise, the late Steve Jobs didn’t wait for people in dark alleys, steal their wallets and replace them with iPhones.  No hedgefund manager ever came to anyone’s door begging them to invest in their funds.  Banks didn’t force mortgages onto people who had no hope in hell of ever paying them off.  People did those things to themselves.  Blaming the super rich is a way of deluding ourselves by taking up our cultural battle cry of, “It’s not my fault!”

The other favorite cause of financial hardship is “Corporate Greed”.  Talk about delusional, blaming that is like blaming the Easter Bunny for childhood obesity.  There’s no such thing people!  Corporations aren’t greedy because they aren’t people.  It’s called anthropomorphism.  It’s our habit of trying to understand things by assigning human traits to them.  “Corporate Greed” is another way of pretending that none of this is “our” fault.  Surprise!  It is all our fault.  Those greedy corporations are actually all about HUMAN greed.  Before you start thinking about agreeing with that, you need to read on.

It’s not just the executives that are greedy.  That’s the easy out again.  Here’s the truth.  It’s damned near every single one of us.  That’s the truth.  Yes, the executives are in a position to get a visibly larger share than those elsewhere in the organization.  Let’s stop kidding ourselves though, they aren’t the only greedy ones.  If the CEO suddenly decides to give a percentage of the profits to whatever random charity you like, how long do you think he’ll keep his job?  The shareholders are just a greedy as the CEO.  What about the rank and file employees?  Do you think they’d take a pay cut if they knew the money was going directly to fight world hunger?  Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Stop blaming other people.  Stop blaming some imaginary bogeyman.  Accept responsibility for your choices.  We can’t change other people, only ourselves.  If we don’t like our world, it’s up to us to change it.  But it’s almost like the tagline from season one of the TV series “Heroes”, only in this case it’s, “Change yourself.  Change the world!”  Which brings me to my next point.

Do rich and powerful lobbyists use money to influence politics?  Of course they do!  (See, I told you they’re right about that.)  We need to be clear about why they do it though.  No it’s not because they are corrupt, or politicians are weak, or because the New World Order told them to.  Nope.  The reason once again is closer to home.  All those people who whine that the system is broken so there’s no point in participating,  they give carte blanche to the lobbyists and the politicians to work out any deal they like.  The system isn’t going to change itself, it’s up to the voters to do it.  So if you can organize thousands of protesters all over the country, how come you can’t get them to the polls.  It’s votes that put politicians in office. Organize block voting, and you could have a huge impact on who gets into office and who gets out.  But it’s a hell of a lot easier to sit in a tent in the park and blame the super rich and corporate greed.  Which brings me to my last point.

Protesting may raise awareness.  I doubt it, but it might.  Do you really believe that everyone else is so stupid that they won’t realize there’s a problem if you don’t camp in a park?  I recently lost my job because of greedy people making bad decisions.  Do you think I didn’t know that was a bad thing?  The biggest annoyance out of all this is the massive self-righteous arrogance of the protesters.  The idea that they are more aware or enlightened than the rest.  If everyone else understood what they do, we’d all be out there.  Well, not all of us would.  I know I wouldn’t because I understand something they don’t.  The protests won’t work because shortcuts never do.  If you really want to change things, you have to do the heavy lifting just like everyone else.

They’ll find out that taking the easy route almost never takes you where you want to go.  What they should really be occupying are some political activism workshops.  Maybe someone can host a few in a tent in a park.  Have fun with that.

Cheers, Winston

Just A Quick Random Thought

If the end justifies the means, what if there is no end?

Does anything ever truly end?  If not, then where is the justification for “by any means necessary”?  If the means are justified by a non-existent end, it seems safe to say they were in fact unjustified.

If there were no ends to justify those means, then those who authorized those means did so without justification.  The justification they offered in the form of “the end”, was actually false comfort offered only because they understood the lack of any better.

Anyone saying, “the end justifies the means”, knows the means are wrong.  They are simply too lazy to find a better way.  They claim that the means will bring about the desired end.  History proves that there are no endings.  There is only the infinity of continuity.  Each event builds on those which have gone before and in turn serves as a foundation for those which come after.

Ends don’t justify means.  People justify means.  Like anything else, a means in need of a justification is a means in need of changing.  We only justify things we know to be wrong.  We justify our abuse of the environment, the abuse of our fellow humans, our wars, our greed, our selfishness and a million other things we know we should change.

With no actual end to hang the blame on, it becomes clear that the means must rely on us for their justification.

Something to think about.

Cheers, Winston

Bringing Back The Positive.

Neil Pasricha
Neil Pasricha creator of the blog "1000 Awesome Things", author of "The Book of Awesome" and "The Book of Even More Awesome".

I watched a TED.com talk by Neil Pasricha last night and it started me thinking.  He talked about going through a very dark time in his life.  His marriage ended and a close friend took his own life after a long struggle with mental illness.  As part of the process of moving himself out of that dark place, he started a blog.  He called it 1000 Awesome Things.  It took off so well, that he was offered a book deal and he wrote the Book Of Awesome.  The initial message to this is pretty clear.  If we change our focus, we change our lives.  It’s not that we can prevent bad things from happening.  It is simply about remaining aware that other things, better things are happening.  Often at the very same time.

He also talks about the  “3 As of Awesome”.  They are Attitude, Awareness and Authenticity.  I’m just going to touch on them really briefly, then I’ll get to my point.  I promise.  Unless I get distracted.

First up, we have Attitude.  No, not the Attitude you break out because NO ONE can find their gas pedal if they’re in front of you, but can’t find anything else but the horn when they’re behind you.  This Attitude is more about how you chose to look at the world.  You can choose how you view the world.  You can focus on the negative and dark and miserable, or we can practice seeing the good along with the bad.

Awareness is the second “A”.  If Attitude is choosing how to live, Awareness is about implementing that choice.  It’s developing the habit of noticing the quality of the light before a storm instead of focusing on how far you still have to walk to avoid it.  Seeing the person who gave you a break and let you merge not just the ten who didn’t.  It’s about seeing the everyday “Awesome” in everything.  Even when you think you can’t.  Especially when you think you can’t.

Which brings us to Authenticity.  This is about not being afraid to be who you are.  It’s about celebrating the things that you find awesome without worrying about what others might think.  I love big summer blockbuster movies.  I think Michael Bay is a very talented director.  When I went to see Transformers: Dark of the Moon, it was awesome!  I take a lot of flak for it, but that’s what authenticity is.  Being true to yourself regardless.  Neil has a much better example in his talk which I strongly encourage you to watch here:   http://www.ted.com/talks/neil_pasricha_the_3_a_s_of_awesome.html

Now for the point I promised earlier.  See, I hardly got distracted at all.  After I had watched him and started thinking about how this applied to me, I started thinking about my own blog.  No, not in terms of a book deal, but what my choice of posts says about where i put my focus.  I realized I spend a lot of time on politics, and social ills, and losing my job, and idiots with stupid things written on their cars.  I write a lot of negative stuff, and I don’t have to.  Sure it sucks that I’m losing my job.  On the other hand, it’s Awesome that some of these people that I have been talking to every week for five years tear up when they say goodbye.  It’s awesome to have an eleven year old child shake my hand and thank me for being the only person in any store to treat her like a person.

i only saw the idiot with the stupid saying on his car because my Awesome wife drove over to pick me up from work.  My brother was rushed to hospital with a crack in his aorta.  this is something with a 10% survival rate.  I was terrified he was going to die.  How Awesome is it that on his last visit, his specialist told him he has NEVER seen anyone heal so fast or so well!?  My life is full of these things.  So Awesome, and yet so ordinary I don’t always notice them.  I think it’s time I paid more attention.  It’s time to change my Attitude a little, develop a little more Awareness, but I’m still going to write the other stuff too.  It would lack Authenticity if I didn’t.

Thank you Neil.  You’ve given me the gift of Awesome.

Cheers, Winston

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